Bob Hardin lay on the old couch in his sister's apartment, pretending to be asleep. In fact, he was wide-awake, and had been since someone slipped quietly into the living room. They had then knelt beside the couch and gently unsnapped the waistband of his shorts, exposing his semi-erect dick.
It had to be Leigh; there was no one else in the apartment. But what the hell was all this about? She'd been asleep a few minutes ago when he got up for the obligatory morning piss. As he walked past her bedroom, he'd heard a moan and peaked in the half-open door to see if she was okay. What he saw in the light from the hallway made his piss-hard throb with pain.
She was on her back with her eyes closed and her head moving slowly from side-to-side as she smacked her lips. From many a night spent together as kids, Bob knew that meant she was having a dream. The old football jersey of his she used for a nightshirt was bunched around her waist.
Like everyone else in their family, Leigh was tall, nearly six-foot, and had the legs to match. They were slightly parted and seemed to draw his gaze up to a muff that was only slightly darker than her long, honey-blonde hair.
Unlike all his buddies back in high school, he'd never had the hots for his twin sister. Oh, they'd teased and picked at one another while growing up, even practiced kissing a bit. But he liked short, cute girls. Besides, Leigh was his sister.
There was another soft moan and Leigh rolled over. Bob stepped back, but didn't move away. She now lay bent at the waist in such a way her bare bottom was thrust toward the ceiling. Bob almost moaned himself at the sight. Talk about your earthly delights. Sister or no sister, that was one incredible ass.
Why in the hell would any guy, even that weirdo ex-husband of hers, blow such a sweet deal? But that's just what he did six months ago.
Bob had been overseas at the time. When he came home last week, Leigh drove up from college. It'd been obvious to everyone in the crowded house that she was still shaky. When she urged him to make the three-hour drive to her place for the Earth Day rally, he resisted until something convinced him she really wanted to talk.
He'd been right. They talked for hours last night. Amid a lot of tears, he learned why the Leigh's husband had walked. When he started beating her for the second time, Leigh pulled out the snub nose .38 Special Bob had taught her to use and started counting down from ten. By the count of three, she was alone.
Bob had wanted to go find the guy and pound him soft. But Leigh said, no, that it would only make her feel worse. She was right, and he agreed. Still. He sighed, took one last look, and then, at the insistence of that aching piss-hard, forced himself to head for the bathroom.
He'd almost dozed back off when he heard the soft movement. Now fingertips touched his shaft and he almost jumped off the couch. Moments later, his erection was no longer semi. Long, thick, silky hair began caressing his skin, then soft lips encircled the head of his stiff cock. They slid down the shaft until the entire length was enveloped in a moist, perfect warmth. He moaned with pleasure and opened his eyes.
The lips were making slow, sensuous trips up and down his shaft. Bob didn't move and wasn't sure he could. This was so unexpected, so fantastic, so unreal. His sister was waking him with a blowjob. And what a blowjob.
"You really know how to get a guy up in the morning."
Leigh said nothing, just nodded and continued bobbing her head up and down the length of his cock. Bob found the strength to move one hand and gently stroked her hair.
As great as this felt, he wanted more, and he wanted to share. It took a second, but he managed to stop Leigh and then pull her to him for a kiss. This one was no childhood practice drill. Tongues, lips, teeth all played their part. When they parted, Bob looked into Leigh's blue-eyes. "Climb on board. Let's have each other for breakfast in bed."
"What a lovely way to start the day," said Leigh. Their bodies molded without effort into a comfortable 69 position. Leigh resumed her work on Bob's cock while he buried his face into those dark-blonde curls he'd admired earlier that morning, and then, for the first time, tasted his sister's sweet pussy.
To Bob, oral sex was a natural, enjoyable extension of lovemaking. He'd "gone down" on several girls. For when it came to oral sex, he got almost as big a charge out of giving as receiving. So now, as he savored the aroma and taste of Leigh's pussy and the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her warm mouth, he knew from experience this was the finest kind of oral sex.
When it came to great tasting pussy, Leigh was in a class by herself. No other pussy even came close to equaling her almost sweet, feminine flavor. From this moment on, he'd be more than willing to eat her anytime and anywhere she wanted, and do so until his tongue wore out.
That was not to say she didn't give good head herself. In fact, Bob feel himself beginning to build toward a climax. To get Leigh to come when he did, he began to concentrate on her swollen, sensitive clit.
His reward was a muffled gasp and the feel of Leigh's smooth thighs squeezing his head. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pressed his face against her savory pussy and swirled his tongue into its warm depths.
Moments later, his load raced up his cock and exploded into Leigh's waiting mouth. Through the haze of his own orgasm, he felt her tense, then press down against him as warm, pussy juice began flooding over his face.
Their climaxes seemed to last forever. Every time Leigh's body began to relax, Bob would lick her clit and she'd jerk and shiver with pleasure. Meanwhile, she kept her lips locked around his cock-head, swallowing all it produced and trying to milk out more.
Eventually, their passion ebbed away. Leigh released Bob's cock, then turned around and kissed him deeply, running her cum coated tongue past his pussy juice covered lips. For the next few minutes they kissed and hugged, enjoying the after-glow of their loving.
Leigh lay across Bob, and they felt the beating of their heats slowing. When he started to say something, she lifted her head and put a finger to his lips, hushing him. "Let me talk," she said. Bob nodded.
After a moment, she kissed him and smiled. "Thanks big brother. I needed that."
"Well, after all, you are five minutes younger than me. It's my job to look after my kid sister."
"And you always have. But I'm serious. After what happened, you know, I felt dead, like nothing mattered. I kept wondering how I could have ever thought I loved that bastard. Since he left, it's been all I can do just to make it to classes. I sleep too much, don't go out, and I've gained weight."
Bob ran his hands down Leigh's back and gave her soft bottom a gentle squeeze. "Believe me, if you've put on a few pounds, they've all gone to all the right places. No bullshit little sister, you have a body to die for. And this fanny of--."
Leigh didn't let him finish. "You're sweet. But I haven't even wanted to be with anybody, much less make love. But last night, I dreamed about you and me, doing this. And when I woke, I just had to make it happen, even if it meant holding my .38 on you."
"I much prefer the method you picked."
They both smiled. Then Leigh looked serious. "Do you think what we did, you know, incest, do you think it's a sin? I'm not sure. But if it is, I don't know, maybe just oral sex isn't quite so bad."
"Oh, my poor messed-up little Sunday School star. Like you said before, you needed this. If our making love is a sin, then believe me, I've committed many far worse."
"Don't tease me, Bob. I'm serious."
"Hey kid, I am serious. I don't believe it's a sin. But you know what, in case it is, I'm such an old reprobate, we better do a lot more, and in a lot of other ways, so you can catch-up. That way, we'll suffer whatever punishment we deserve, together."
They laughed, kissed, then got up. While Leigh went to the bathroom, Bob got coffee and toast started. After breakfast, neither one mentioned the bedroom. Leigh turned on the stereo and they went back to the over-stuffed couch that had once belonged to their grandmother.
Their bodies seemed to mesh perfectly on the soft, plump cushions. While the foreplay was good, both wanted more. They watched, spellbound, as Bob's cock-head moved between the lips of Leigh's well-lubricated labia. For just a moment they looked up at one another, sensing the special meaning of what was about to happen.
In a low, husky voice tinged with excitement, Leigh said, "Okay, let's do it, oh...." The thick shaft began to disappear into her body and her words turned into a long, pleased moan.
They quickly got into an almost effortless rhythm with Bob's cock gently stroking into Leigh as she raised her hips to meet each downward thrust. They kissed and she nibbled on Bob's ear while gently stroking his back. A series of small, exquisite orgasm began racing through her body. Each time one struck, she would pull Bob close.
When the passion passed, he would slow his pace to the point where he was barely rocking back and forth in her inflamed, sensitive pussy. When she began to recover, he would return to his previous, measured pace.
After Leigh had experienced yet another orgasm, Bob started building toward his own climax. "Must be my turn. I'm about to come." He sounded almost casual.
Leigh gave him a deep kiss followed by a mischievous smile. "Tell me how it feels."
"That might not be easy. But I'll try."
For a moment, Bob paused to collect his thoughts. "My groin, my nuts, they're getting tense. My cock feels like it's going to, oh that's nice, pop any second. It's, it's coming. Oh shit. Now! Oh shit, yes! Deep inside you. It's pumping. Oh shit! You're squeezing it. Oh, oh, ah! Damn this is great."
